Chapter 18 #2
Deep red, it hits me mid-thigh, has sleeves to lend toward the professional side, but with the square neckline, it makes my boobs look amazing.
The same boobs Halsey said he could play with for hours.
I painted my lips in the same red color, and I paired the outfit with three-inch heels that I know will make my legs look amazing.
So . . . yeah . . .
I finish getting dressed, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel . . . gorgeous.
I turn to the side, checking out my ass in the dress, and then turn to the other side.
It took me longer than I wanted to cover up all of Halsey’s bite marks, but I think I did a pretty good job.
My hair flows down my back in soft waves, and my eyes stand out from my thick coat of mascara.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this pretty.
Oh wait, I can . . . when Halsey looked at me when we were trying on dresses.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
How?
How can one man completely change my way of thinking? My way of feeling? It boggles my mind. Perry wasn’t a bad guy, so how can Halsey make me feel exponentially more than Perry ever made me feel?
May be something I might never understand.
I grab my purse for the day and then on a deep breath, open my door, and sure enough, Halsey is waiting in the kitchen, watching my door with a cup of coffee in hand. Disheveled and fresh from bed, I’ve never seen a sexier sight.
“Morning,” he says, staring at me, his eyes trailing from my heels up to my breasts, and then my face.
“Morning,” I say slightly awkwardly as I make my way toward the front door.
But he doesn’t let me walk past him as he puts his hand out and stops me. “Leaving so soon?”
“Early morning again,” I say.
He nods and sets his coffee mug down.
Whereas yesterday he seemed confused, this morning he seems sure of himself. He moves in close and then walks behind me. He slips his hand around my waist, pushes my hair to the side, and presses a kiss to my neck. “I don’t like that you cover up my marks.”
“I . . . I can’t walk around with them.”
“Afraid people will know you’ve been fucking me?” he asks. “Or are you afraid they’ll think you’re a dirty fucking girl?”
I swallow as his hand comes up to my neck, the exact place where he held it last night. “The latter,” I answer.
“Good answer,” he says as his other hand travels to the hem of my dress. “Is this for me? Or someone else?”
“For me,” I answer.
His lips smile against my neck. “Liar.” He pulls the hem up, exposing my thong, and then he tugs on my underwear, pulling it down my legs until they’re completely off.
He then adjusts my skirt back and moves around to the front of me.
“You don’t need this.” He holds up my thong and then sticks it in the waistband of his shorts.
He reaches for his coffee, leans against the counter, and says, “Have a good day.”
Uh . . . he wants me to just walk out of here without underwear?
I’m all for some kink, but this dress is short.
“Halsey, I need my underwear.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you don’t,” he says and then moves into the kitchen where he pulls the carton of eggs from the fridge, almost as if he’s dismissing me.
What is happening?
Who is this man and what has he done with the Halsey I thought I knew?
Because the quiet, understated man I’ve lived with for a few weeks is nowhere to be seen. He’s an alpha male with my thong hanging over the waistband of his shorts, and there has to be a reason for that.
There . . . sent.
I sit back in my chair and shut my eyes.
I spoke with my manager first thing this morning when she arrived, telling her about the opportunity I’ve been handed.
I told her I’d have stayed with the Agitators, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
She agreed with me and told me she wished me the best of luck and asked me to send my formal resignation through email, which I just did.
Now . . . to find a way to tell Penny.
Knock. Knock.
Oh God, is that her?
I open my eyes just in time to see Halsey walk into my office wearing a pair of joggers and a tight-fitting T-shirt. When his eyes meet mine, my body immediately builds with lust. He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and then walks toward me with one thing on his mind . . . me.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I ask as he comes around my desk.
He doesn’t answer me. He tugs me up from my chair, moves it to the side, and then hikes up my skirt before sitting me on the desk.
“Halsey,” I say breathlessly as he moves to his knees and places my feet on his shoulders. My hands fall behind me to prevent me from scooting back, and his eyes meet mine.
“I need to fucking taste you,” he says right before burying his head between my legs and pressing his tongue along my slit.
“Holy fuck,” I say as my head falls back.
“Jesus Christ, Blakely,” he says as he makes long, languid strokes with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.” He grips my ass, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my skin as he picks up the pace of his tongue.
It’s pathetic how quickly my body tightens, and my world starts to darken around me, my muscles tensing and building toward my impending orgasm whenever he pleasures me.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks as my legs tremble next to his head.
All I can do is nod as he slips two fingers inside me and presses that spot that will make me scream.
I bite down on my bottom lip as his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit, bringing me so much pleasure that I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet.
“Oh God,” I quietly groan as my body tenses.
His fingers move faster.
His tongue presses harder.
And within seconds, I’m clamping my hand over my mouth and moaning as my body convulses from a very quick and intense orgasm.
Halsey laps up every second of it, too, continuing to run his tongue over my clit until I have nothing left inside me. He kisses my inner thigh, then the other, and then kisses my pussy before pulling back. Staring down at me, he says, “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
Then he shoves his joggers and briefs down, exposing his large erection, and sits on my office chair.
“I want you on your knees, and I want that red lipstick all over my goddamn cock.”
I blink a few times, still catching my breath, but when I see him staring at me, stroking himself, jealousy rocks through me.
I stand on my wobbly legs, push my skirt down, and then kneel before him. I take his heavy cock in my hand and bring the tip to my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he says as he slouches in the chair and grips my hair in his fist.
His encouragement empowers me, so I take him deeper, stretching my mouth wide but also letting my teeth scrape along the veins of his length.
“Your fucking mouth, Blakely,” he says. “It’s so fucking perfect. Just like that. Take me as far as you can.”
I bring him into my mouth as far as I can go and then pull back, giving myself a chance to breathe. I grip the base of his cock and start pumping him as I suck the tip, swirling my tongue around and around until I feel him shake.
He groans, the heavenly sound hitting me all the way down to my toes, and when he tugs on my hair, I know he’s growing closer and closer.
“You’re so damn hot, your mouth. Fuck, Blakely. Make me come on your tongue.”
I bring him into my mouth again, this time sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks, and he groans even louder, almost too loud. He starts assisting me, helping me move my head up and down as he squirms beneath me.
Wanting to push him over the edge, I move my other hand between his legs and cup his balls while moving my fingers behind them and pressing against his sensitive flesh.
“Fuck . . . me,” he says as he tenses, his hand gripping the armrest.
Knowing he’s close, I bring him to the back of my throat, causing me to gag for a moment, but that must do the trick, because his hand grips tighter in my hair, his quads tense and he says, “Swallow my cum,” right before he falls over the edge.
And I listen.
I swallow every last drop before pulling him out of my mouth and licking up his length until he’s clean.
His grip on my hair loosens, and his hand falls to my face, where he brushes his thumb over my cheek tenderly.
He helps me to my feet before putting himself back into his pants. When he stands, his hand goes to my face again, and his thumb swipes under my mouth.
“Might need to touch up your lipstick.” Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck.
My jaw.
My cheek.
And then right on my mouth before he steps aside and moves toward my office door.
I want to call out to him, ask him what the hell is going on, but before I can muster the courage, he’s gone.
“I’m so glad you could make it to dinner,” I say to Ollie as she pierces her steak salad with her fork.
“Me too. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to meet up with you ladies.”
After the blow job in my office, I realized there was no way I’d be able to go back to the apartment tonight knowing damn well that the guys have an off day.
I don’t know what I’d do with Halsey with that much spare time.
So I worked late and arranged a dinner with Winnie, Pacey’s girl, and Ollie.
Penny wanted some family time with Eli and the baby, I completely understood.
And I was quietly relieved she wasn’t coming as I hadn’t told her about the new job.
Yet. Was not looking forward to that conversation.
“I asked you guys here for a reason.”
Winnie and Ollie both look up at me, momentarily pausing their forks. “What’s going on?” Winnie asks.
“First of all, this is a vault, right? We won’t go home and tell our men what we talked about?”
“Those gossiping hens?” Winnie asks. “No, I’m good. I don’t need Pacey inserting himself in whatever you’re about to say. He’d probably never shut up about it.”
“Same,” Ollie adds. “I have enough on my plate with work. I won’t be saying anything to Silas.”
“Thank you.” I let out a deep breath and say, “Halsey and I had sex.”
“What?” Ollie and Winnie say at the same time.
“Holy crap. When?” Winnie asks.
“Two days ago, and then last night, and then today in my office.”
“In the office.” Ollie smiles. “That’s hot.”
“It was.” My cheeks turn red. “He . . . uh . . . sent me to work with no underwear on. And then he showed me why.”
Winnie shakes her head. “Halsey Holmes. Now, that surprises me. Ever since I’ve known him, I was under the impression that he didn’t care for anything other than books and hockey. I didn’t even think he knew what sex was.”
“Oh . . . he knows,” I say. “He knows really well.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” Winnie shakes her head. “So this is a good thing?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’ve been staying at his place because my apartment flooded. And well, in all honesty, I invited you to dinner because I didn’t want to be alone with him for so long tonight. I was afraid of what might happen.”
“How could you be afraid?” Ollie asks. “Clearly, he would have stripped you down to nothing and had fun.”
“Exactly.”
Winnie and Ollie exchange glances. “Why is that a bad thing?” Winnie asks. “I know the moment I get home, Pacey will do the same thing, and I can’t wait.”
“Same with Silas,” Ollie says.
I stir my fork around my salad and say, “We haven’t really talked about what has happened between us. One moment, we were friends and I wasn’t thinking about him in that way at all, and then the next he’s telling me that I’m a good girl right before he spanks me.”
“Ooo, he spanks you?” Ollie asks. “That is one of my favorite things. Sometimes, Silas will just insert himself from behind and spank me until I come. He gets off so hard from that.”
Wow . . . yeah, I guess I’d expect that from Silas.
“But,” Ollie adds, “I see where you’re coming from. Maybe you need to have a conversation with him.”
“And say what?” I ask. “Oh hey, Halsey, I’ve noticed that you like sticking your penis inside me lately. Want to have a conversation as to why?”
“I think it’s a great opening line,” Winnie says with a smile. “But also, Halsey seems like the type of guy who’d slow down if you asked him to.”
“But I don’t want him to slow down.”
“Then what do you want?” Ollie asks.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I’ve never been more confused, and I’m using you two to avoid the situation.”
Winnie chuckles. “Well, I do love being a decoy, so why don’t we focus on something else.”
“Great idea,” Ollie says. “Tell us . . . is Halsey pierced like Silas?”
I give her some serious side-eye. “Not helping.”
She laughs. “Sorry. How about this . . . I heard you might be taking a new job with a certain company.”
“What?” Winnie asks. “You’re leaving the Agitators?”
Shit, how could I forget about Ollie working for The Jock Report?
“Remember when I said this was all in the vault? Well, I mean it. I haven’t told Penny yet. I’m just trying to find the right way to inform her.”
“Yeah, she’s going to be upset. Wait.” Winnie looks up. “Are you moving?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to, and Huxley said I could work remotely.”
“They really are the best,” Ollie says. “I report more closely with Ryot Bisley than the Cane brothers, but they are seriously amazing. There’s a reason they’re one of the top corporations to work for.”
“I’m really excited about it, but I haven’t told anyone besides my boss.”
“Not even Halsey?” Winnie asks.
“Remember, they don’t talk,” Ollie says with a wink.
“Do you know when you’re going to tell everyone?”
“Soon. Penny is the one I have to break the news to first. I think I might go to her place for dinner when the boys are out of town next.”
“And Halsey . . .” Ollie asks.
“That I don’t know.”